Danny stood awkwardly in the kitchen as Emma and Liz glanced over the dinner. "Ohhhkay, come on, Emma. We're leaving and letting Thomas finish cooking dinner because he won't end up poisoning us all!" Liz led Emma into the living room and the two giggled as they did so.
And then Danny was alone in the kitchen with the gigantic man. The man who was three times bigger than he was. The man who wouldn't even break a sweat pushing Danny to the floor, and-
Danny felt like his throat was closing up as he stared at Thomas. Thomas didn't notice at first as he added a few seasonings to the pot on the stove. He tasted it and, seemingly pleased with his amendments, he turned to find Danny staring at him, pale and clearly terrified.
"Hey," Thomas stepped forward, a worried look on his face which Danny completely missed. "You okay? I didn't catch your name." He stepped forward again and then he did the very worst thing he could have done. He reached forward and took gentle hold of Daniel's shoulders. Thomas was a tactile man, but Danny was not. The only person allowed to touch Danny was his mother and, for some reason, Rachel.
Frozen for a second, panic clawed at Danny's heart. Then without even thinking about it, he crumpled to the floor, out of Thomas' grip. Quickly, he crawled backwards as far as he could until his back hit the wall hard enough to bruise. There, half under the table of the breakfast nook, Daniel whimpered and put his hands over his head. "Please-" he breathed. "Please don't-"
Unable to miss cues like that, Thomas immediately sat down where he was, so he wasn't towering over Danny. He also wanted the poor boy to know he wasn't planning on moving any closer. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out."
Danny hardly heard. His body was in the middle of a full-blown panic attack and his lungs felt desperate and empty. He clutched as his chest, his hand balled into a fist in his shirt. He was going crazy. Oh god, he was going to die here and he just wanted to call his mum, but he couldn't move and he was trapped and maybe this was Zoe's plan all along. He started to cry, loud desperate sobs, as he rocked back and forth.
"Jesus-" Thomas hissed. "SOMEONE HELP ME!" he called out to the rest of the house.
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Date: 2014-03-24 01:13 pm (UTC)From:And then Danny was alone in the kitchen with the gigantic man. The man who was three times bigger than he was. The man who wouldn't even break a sweat pushing Danny to the floor, and-
Danny felt like his throat was closing up as he stared at Thomas. Thomas didn't notice at first as he added a few seasonings to the pot on the stove. He tasted it and, seemingly pleased with his amendments, he turned to find Danny staring at him, pale and clearly terrified.
"Hey," Thomas stepped forward, a worried look on his face which Danny completely missed. "You okay? I didn't catch your name." He stepped forward again and then he did the very worst thing he could have done. He reached forward and took gentle hold of Daniel's shoulders. Thomas was a tactile man, but Danny was not. The only person allowed to touch Danny was his mother and, for some reason, Rachel.
Frozen for a second, panic clawed at Danny's heart. Then without even thinking about it, he crumpled to the floor, out of Thomas' grip. Quickly, he crawled backwards as far as he could until his back hit the wall hard enough to bruise. There, half under the table of the breakfast nook, Daniel whimpered and put his hands over his head. "Please-" he breathed. "Please don't-"
Unable to miss cues like that, Thomas immediately sat down where he was, so he wasn't towering over Danny. He also wanted the poor boy to know he wasn't planning on moving any closer. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out."
Danny hardly heard. His body was in the middle of a full-blown panic attack and his lungs felt desperate and empty. He clutched as his chest, his hand balled into a fist in his shirt. He was going crazy. Oh god, he was going to die here and he just wanted to call his mum, but he couldn't move and he was trapped and maybe this was Zoe's plan all along. He started to cry, loud desperate sobs, as he rocked back and forth.
"Jesus-" Thomas hissed. "SOMEONE HELP ME!" he called out to the rest of the house.